Note: This story was written with assistance by an AI. I provided prompts and edited the results to make sense, creating something resembling a full story.

The night air outside the barn was thick with salt and sea breeze, a stark shift from the musk-soaked laboratory she’d turned into her throne room. Peridot stood in the doorway for a long moment, arms crossed, glasses gleaming as her subjects knelt behind her, broken and collared, the glow of their submission lighting the hay-strewn dark.

She giggled under her breath. “Four Gems catalogued. Four conquests confirmed.” She tapped her stylus against her tablet, the words Next Phase: Human Trials scrawled across the screen.

Her tiny feet carried her down the dirt road, boots clicking faintly with each step. The horizon pulsed with Beach City’s sleepy glow. She narrowed her eyes, calculating. “A population of females: unconditioned, untrained, ripe for acquisition.”

The boardwalk stretched before her, neon buzzing against the dark. She paused at a storefront where a tanned woman with streaked hair and faraway eyes leaned against a broom, sighing into the night. Peridot scribbled a note. Subject candidate: Vidalia. Potential: high. Untapped frustrations, suggestible to flattery.

She lingered briefly outside Fish Stew Pizza. The Nanefua Pizza stood with her granddaughters, Kiki and Jenny, all three bickering loudly. Peridot tapped the stylus furiously. Potential for group acquisition. Family conditioning trials? Later.

Her nose wrinkled at the smell of frying sugar and coffee drifting from the little shop at the corner: the Big Donut. Its sign hummed faintly, the light half-burnt out.

She pushed the door open.

The bell above jingled.

Behind the counter stood a stocky blonde with tired eyes, apron half-tied, chin resting in her hand as she scrolled through her phone. She looked up at the sound of the door, blinking once. “Uh… hey? Welcome to the Big Donut.”

Peridot froze.

Her tablet slipped an inch in her hands, stylus hovering in midair. Her grin flickered into something sharper, curious.

“Subject identified,” she whispered under her breath. “Sadie Miller. Candidate potential: exceptional.”

Sadie tilted her head, frowning slightly. “You’re… Peridot, right? One of Steven’s gem people?”

Peridot giggled softly, pushing her glasses up her nose as she stepped closer to the counter, green eyes glittering. “Yes. And I’m here to conduct… research.”

Sadie blinked, unease flickering across her face — but she didn’t look away.

Peridot’s stylus tapped furiously against the tablet. Human acquisition: imminent.

Peridot stood a few feet inside the doorway, the bell above still jangling faintly. She looked absurdly out of place — a tiny, green, lab-rat of a Gem in the middle of a doughnut shop — but her tablet was already out, stylus poised.

Sadie looked up, blinking. “So… you *are* one of Steven’s Gem friends. Haven’t seen you in town before.”

Peridot cocked her head, watching the rise and fall of Sadie’s chest, the way her fingers fidgeted on her phone. Not as quick to startle as a Gem; her aura didn’t “spike” at Peridot’s presence the way Pearl’s had. She scribbled: *baseline calm… bored… lonely?*

“I’m conducting research,” Peridot said simply. “On humans. You… appear to be one.”

Sadie raised an eyebrow. “Um… yeah? I mean, what gave it away?” She smirked despite herself, a flicker of humor flashing behind the tired eyes.

Peridot’s grin twitched wider. This one didn’t flinch from sarcasm. She padded closer to the counter, stylus tapping the tablet like a metronome. “Your physiology is fascinating. Unarmored. Soft. Yet you function without destabilizing.” She tilted her head, green eyes glinting. “Does it… feel lonely?”

Sadie blinked at that, caught off guard. “What?”

Peridot’s tone was clinical, but the words were almost intimate. “Existing. In a place where no one understands what you are, while they all come and go. Keeping yourself running, waiting for someone to actually see you.”

Sadie’s mouth opened, then closed. Her fingers tightened on the counter edge. For a second, the mask of sarcasm slipped and something raw peeked out — then she snorted and looked away. “Wow. That’s a hell of a question for someone who just walked in the door.”

Peridot scribbled. *Defense mechanism: humor. Vulnerability: unacknowledged isolation. Potential vector.*

She set the tablet down slowly, stepping up to the counter until she was looking up at Sadie from just a few feet away. “I am good at seeing things,” she said simply. “Patterns. Weaknesses. Needs. Gems are different. But you…” her eyes glittered, “…you might be a very interesting experiment.”

Sadie’s brow furrowed. “Experiment?”

Peridot grinned sharp. “Don’t worry. It wouldn’t hurt.” She tilted her head. “In fact, you might like it.”

Sadie stared at her, the tiredness in her eyes fighting with a small flicker of curiosity she didn’t want to admit to. “You’re weird,” she muttered.

Peridot’s stylus twitched across the tablet. *Not overwhelmed by verbal suggestion. Requires physical stimuli + consistent presence.*

She reached up, very slowly, and set a fingertip on Sadie’s wrist — light, clinical, but enough to draw attention to the contact. “Humans respond to touch,” she murmured. “Yes?”

Sadie’s breath caught just slightly, but she didn’t pull away. “Yeah. Most of us do.”

Peridot’s grin widened, a scientist on the edge of a breakthrough. “Good. Then let’s begin my… observations.”

Sadie gave a small, incredulous laugh. “You really are weird. But…” she shifted, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “…I’ve had worse customers.”

Peridot didn’t withdraw her fingertip from Sadie’s wrist. Instead she leaned on it, just a little, green finger cool against warm human skin. The touch wasn’t threatening, not from someone so tiny — it was more like a child poking curiously at a new bug.

Sadie glanced down at it, then back up at her, brow arched. “You’re touching me like I’m some kind of lab rat.”

Peridot’s grin sharpened, though her voice stayed measured. “Not a rat. More like… a fascinating, unpredictable organism. You’re smaller than Garnet, larger than Pearl, softer than Amethyst. But what’s interesting is that you haven’t pulled away yet.”

Sadie snorted softly, rolling her eyes, but she didn’t move her wrist. “Guess I’m just too tired to care.”

Peridot scribbled something on her tablet with her free hand. *Excuse: fatigue. Actual cause: desire for contact.* She looked back up, glasses slipping a little, her grin growing sly.

“You’re starved for touch.”

Sadie’s lips parted, a flash of defensiveness sparking in her eyes. “Excuse me?”

Peridot tilted her head, feigning innocence, though her words were razor-sharp. “You haven’t been touched like this in a long time. Not by friends, or family. Something that says you’re wanted. That’s why you didn’t pull away.”

Sadie froze, her mouth working without sound for a second. Then she shook her head, chuckling bitterly. “You don’t hold back, huh? Go right for the jugular.”

Peridot beamed. “I’m a scientist. Why waste time pretending?”

She slid her fingertip slowly along Sadie’s wrist, up to her palm, then traced a circle there before pulling away. Her voice dropped into a softer, almost playful tone. “Observation: human response… flushed cheeks, elevated breathing, dilated pupils. Hypothesis confirmed.”

Sadie looked at her like she couldn’t decide whether to laugh or shove her out the door. “…You’re ridiculous. But…” her voice dipped, quieter now, “you’re not wrong.”

Peridot tapped her tablet once, stylus clicking. *Subject receptive to subtle stimulus. Proceed with incremental escalation.*

She folded the device under her arm, standing on her tip-toes to bring herself closer to eye level. “Excellent. This experiment is already yielding results.”

Sadie’s lips curved in a reluctant smile, the tiniest crack in her armor. “God, you really are something.”

Peridot’s grin gleamed sharp. “And you’re mine to study.”

Peridot leaned one elbow on the counter, stylus still tucked between her fingers but forgotten. Her green eyes tracked every little shift in Sadie’s posture: the hand rubbing her arm, the slight part of her lips. *She’s not pulling back,* Peridot thought, stylus twitching against her palm. *She’s tilting forward.*

“Humans,” Peridot murmured, voice soft and almost curious, “respond to requests disguised as suggestions. You call it… flirting.”

Sadie blinked. “You’re literally explaining flirting while you’re doing it?”

Peridot’s grin flickered into something sharp but playful. “Yes. Consider this a demonstration.” She tilted her head, glasses slipping down. “Lean closer to me.”

Sadie raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

Peridot shrugged with a tiny roll of her shoulders. “Because I said please in my tone. You didn’t even hear it.”

Sadie stared for a beat, then chuckled, setting her phone down and leaning over the counter a little without thinking about it. “…You’re so weird.”

Peridot’s stylus clicked against the tablet. *Subject complied. Hypothesis confirmed.* She reached up, handds surprisingly gentle, and brushed a stray lock of Sadie’s hair back from her forehead, letting her fingertip graze her temple. “Your hair is softer than it appears,” she said, almost clinically, but her voice had a purr under it now. “It frames your face well.”

Sadie’s cheeks flushed pink. “You’re — you’re totally hitting on me right now.”

Peridot’s grin widened. “Yes.”

Sadie laughed, a quick, startled sound, and looked away, rubbing the back of her neck. “God. You’re like… an alien pickup artist.”

“Not an artist,” Peridot said softly, her little hand still lingering near Sadie’s hair. “A scientist. Testing responses. Observing reactions. And right now…” she tapped the stylus against her tablet, “…you’re enjoying the attention.”

Sadie bit her lip, a faint smile creeping across her face despite herself. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just bored and you’re the most interesting thing to walk in here all week.”

Peridot’s eyes gleamed, satisfied with either answer. “Both variables can be true.” She tilted her head, almost coy. “Would you like to participate in more… experiments?”

Sadie blinked, caught off guard again by the bluntness. “…You really don’t mess around, do you?”

Peridot just smiled, tiny and sharp. “Why waste time?”

Sadie shook her head, still blushing but not moving away. “You’re trouble.”

Peridot scribbled a final note on her tablet. *Subject: intrigued. Walls lowering. Proceed with patience.*

The hum of the cooler in the back was loud against the silence between them. Sadie leaned on the counter now, phone forgotten, chin tilted down to hide the redness in her cheeks. Peridot hadn’t moved back — she stood right there, stylus tucked under her arm, one finger still twirling a strand of Sadie’s hair like it was a string to unravel.

“You’re flushed,” Peridot noted softly, almost clinical. “Your pulse is faster too. I can hear it.”

Sadie snorted, trying to laugh it off. “You’re real smooth, you know that? Pointing out I’m blushing isn’t usually how this goes.”

Peridot tilted her head, grin small but wicked. “Humans like it when their arousal is noticed.” She leaned a little closer, lowering her voice. “When someone makes them wet.”

Sadie’s breath caught, her eyes snapping to Peridot’s. “That’s… wow. Straight to it, huh?”

Peridot’s grin grew wider. “You haven’t corrected me.”

Sadie let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. “You really don’t have a filter, do you?”

“No.” Peridot’s little green hand trailed down from Sadie’s temple to the collar of her apron, not tugging, just resting there, a featherlight suggestion. “Why should I, when I can see your body react? Your lips part, your thighs press together. You’re desperate for affection, Sadie Miller.”

Sadie’s mouth opened, closed, then curved into a crooked smile that was equal parts embarrassed and flattered. “You… really are flirting with me, aren’t you?”

Peridot leaned in, so close now that Sadie could feel her breath. “Yes. I want to see what your mouth tastes like. What kind of noises you make when I touch you. That’s what this experiment is.”

Sadie stared at her, stunned, her chest rising faster, her knuckles white against the counter. “Jesus…” she whispered, but she didn’t move back. If anything, she tilted closer, drawn in by that blunt, alien intensity.

Peridot tapped her stylus against the tablet under her arm, the sound sharp in the quiet shop. “Observation: Subject is intrigued. Conflicted. But not resisting.” She grinned, voice dropping to a purr. “Next test: kiss.”

Sadie’s eyes widened, but her breath hitched in a way that told Peridot she wasn’t going to say no.

The buzzing of the fluorescent lights overhead seemed to fade out as Peridot rose up on her toes, closing the last inches between them. Sadie’s breath hitched audibly; she froze in place, caught between instinct to laugh it off and the desperate ache in her chest that wanted to see where this went.

Peridot tilted her head, her glasses slipping down, green eyes gleaming. She pressed her small mouth against Sadie’s lips. Not shy, not timid — blunt, like everything she did.

Sadie made a startled sound in her throat, a little gasp, then melted just a fraction. Her lips parted, cautious at first, then firmer when she felt Peridot’s hand slide up to cup her jaw.

Peridot moaned softly into her, more fascinated than romantic. Her stylus scratched blindly across the tablet under her arm as her tongue traced the seam of Sadie’s mouth. “Warm,” she mumbled against her lips. “Softer than Gems. Response: immediate dilation of pupils. Accelerated breathing.”

Sadie laughed breathlessly, breaking the kiss for half a second. “You’re literally taking notes on kissing me?”

Peridot smirked and kissed her again, deeper this time. “Of course. Every experiment requires documentation.”

Sadie groaned into the kiss, her hands gripping the counter until her knuckles whitened. Her body betrayed her, leaning closer, mouth opening under Peridot’s as the little Gem teased her tongue forward. The kiss was clumsy, experimental, but hungry in its own way — and the alien frankness made Sadie’s pulse pound harder than any practiced flirtation would have.

Peridot pulled back just enough to pant against her lips, her grin sharp. “Taste: sugar glaze. Reaction: positive reinforcement. Conclusion: you liked it.”

Sadie’s cheeks were flaming now, but her smile was helpless, lopsided. “God, you’re impossible.”

Peridot’s hand slid down from her jaw to rest lightly at the hollow of her throat, not pressing, just claiming space. “Not impossible. Inevitable.”

Sadie’s chest rose and fell rapidly. Her voice dropped low, unsteady. “…Do that again.”

Peridot’s grin widened, her toes curling on the tile. “Request logged. Commencing second trial.”

She surged forward and captured Sadie’s lips again, hungrier this time, little gasps muffled between them as her free hand crept higher against Sadie’s throat.

Peridot’s second kiss locked them together harder, her tiny body pressed against the counter while she pushed her tongue curiously against Sadie’s. She hummed in satisfaction at the taste of coffee and sugar glaze, her grin curling even as she kissed.

Sadie groaned, one hand braced on the countertop like it was the only thing keeping her upright. Her lips parted, giving in, until Peridot’s free hand slid lower, sharp little fingers grazing the hem of her apron and brushing boldly against her hip.

Sadie gasped, breaking the kiss with a startled laugh. “You—god, you don’t waste any time.”

Peridot’s glasses slipped down her nose, her manic green eyes gleaming. “Why would I? You’re responding perfectly.” Her hand pressed firmer to Sadie’s hip, thumb dragging just under the apron strap. “Your thighs tighten every time I touch you.”

Sadie flushed, eyes darting to the door, to the streetlights beyond the glass. Her heart was hammering loud enough that she wondered if Peridot really could hear it.

Peridot’s grin sharpened. “You’re worried someone will see.”

Sadie bit her lip. “…Yeah. I mean, it’s Beach City. Someone always—” She stopped, shivered when Peridot’s hand slid higher up her side, deliberately slow, daring her to finish the thought.

“You want privacy,” Peridot murmured, her voice dipped to a purr. “So get it.”

Sadie hesitated just a second longer, then blew out a shaky breath and practically lunged for the shop door. She flipped the little plastic sign with trembling fingers — *Closed* now faced the boardwalk. Then she dragged the blinds down with a snap, shutting out the neon street.

Her back hit the door as she turned, cheeks hot, breathing ragged. “There. No one’s gonna walk in.”

Peridot hopped up onto the counter in front of her, legs dangling, grinning sharp as a scalpel as Sadie walked back towards her. “Perfect. Now the experiment can continue without interruption.”

She reached forward again, this time with both hands — one sliding up Sadie’s throat to cup her jaw, the other pressing boldly to her waist and tugging her closer between Peridot’s legs. Their mouths met again, harder, and Sadie let out a helpless groan against her lips.

Peridot’s tablet clattered onto the counter beside them, abandoned for the first time. Her stylus rolled to the floor as her hands explored with growing confidence.

“Observation,” she murmured against Sadie’s mouth, her voice hungry and smug. “Subject initiates privacy. Consent… escalating.”

Sadie laughed breathlessly, head tipping back as Peridot kissed down the corner of her mouth to her neck. “You’re… you’re really something, you know that?”

Peridot’s tongue flicked against her pulse point, her grin curling there. “Yes. And so are you.”

Sadie groaned softly, her head tipped back as Peridot’s little mouth kissed along the column of her throat. The Gem’s hands grew bolder, sliding down the curve of her waist, fingers slipping under the edge of her apron and brushing against her shirt.

Sadie’s breath hitched; her hands darted down to catch Peridot’s wrists. “Wait—”

Peridot froze, her green eyes snapping up to hers immediately. The grin didn’t vanish, but it softened just slightly, curious. “Objection?”

Sadie licked her lips, embarrassed. Her face was hot. “I just… don’t. Okay? Not… not under the clothes.” Her grip tightened a little, not angry, but defensive. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

Peridot blinked at her, tilting her head. “You’re afraid of me seeing your body.”

Sadie’s lips twisted, and she tried to laugh it off. “Yeah, nailed it, science brain.” But her eyes dropped away, her voice lowering. “I’m not… like your Gem friends. I don’t look like—like that.”

Peridot stared at her for a long, sharp moment. Then she slowly pulled her hands free, but instead of retreating, she hopped down from the counter, tugging at the clasp of her own attire. The clothing fell off piece by piece as she stripped, leaving her bare and vulnerable.

She stepped closer, looking up at Sadie with that manic little grin softened into something warmer, more dangerous. Without hesitation, she stuck out her flat, green chest, the gleam of her gem catching the overhead light.

“Then look,” she said simply. “I’ll show you first.”

Sadie froze, her jaw slack. She hadn’t expected that. She hadn’t expected the alien bluntness, the strange combination of innocence and command. Peridot stood there, tiny, body bared, shoulders squared like she was daring Sadie to compare.

Sadie’s throat bobbed as she swallowed. “…That’s not fair.”

Peridot’s grin widened, sharper again. “It’s data. You can’t resist a data point when it’s staring at you.” She tilted her head, glasses slipping low. “Touch me. See how I feel before you decide what you’ll let me see.”

Sadie’s hands trembled, but they rose — tentatively at first, then firmer as her palms cupped Peridot’s small breasts. Warm. Smooth. Alive. Sadie’s breath caught.

“See?” Peridot purred, her eyes half-lidded now as she pressed into the contact. “Nothing to hide. Nothing to fear. Your body will be just as fascinating.”

Sadie bit her lip hard, her face burning, but her hands didn’t pull away. If anything, they lingered, kneading softly, curiosity winning over hesitation.

“God,” she whispered, voice low, almost ashamed of how quickly she was giving in. “You’re… really hard to say no to.”

Peridot’s sharp little grin gleamed, her voice dipping low. “Good. Because I don’t want you to.”

Peridot watched the hesitation flicker in Sadie’s eyes, the way her hands lingered on green skin but didn’t dare peel her own clothes away. Her grin stayed, razor-sharp and knowing.

“Still resisting,” she murmured, stylus tapping idly against her abandoned tablet. “Not rejection. Just fear. You’re afraid of being seen.”

Sadie let out a rough laugh, pulling her hands back like they’d been burned. “Yeah, well… you’re not wrong.” She turned slightly, like she needed space, her arms crossing over her apron. “I don’t… put myself out there. Not like that.”

Peridot blinked, then, with a sharp little huff, hopped back onto the counter. Her small body perched right in front of Sadie, green thighs parting deliberately, the gleam of her cunt bright against the overhead light. She leaned back on her palms, letting her legs dangle, spreading herself just enough to make her meaning obvious.

“Then don’t look at yourself,” she said flatly, her grin curling again. “Look at me. Focus on what I taste like. Use your mouth. That’s your next test.”

Sadie froze, breath catching audibly. Her heart pounded hard enough she swore it shook her ribcage. She tried to laugh it off, but the sound came out shaky. “You’re… unbelievable.”

Peridot cocked her head, glasses slipping down her nose. “Yes. And you’re curious.”

Sadie’s eyes lingered, despite herself, despite every voice in her head screaming not to. Peridot’s scent — sharp, mineral, faintly sweet like ozone and sea air — was already teasing her nose.

Peridot smirked, leaning forward just slightly. “Come closer. Taste me. It’s the only way to prove my hypothesis about you.”

Sadie’s lips parted, breath shaky, but her feet didn’t move yet. She was caught, teetering between resistance and surrender, every second dragging her deeper toward the choice.

Peridot’s toes curled against the edge of the counter, her voice dropping soft and dangerous. “You’re not scared of me. You’re scared of how much you want to.”

Sadie’s chest rose sharply, her eyes locked on Peridot’s parted thighs. “…Shit.”

Sadie stood there, fingers twitching at her sides, heat burning in her cheeks. She tried to keep her mouth shut, but the words slipped out in a ragged whisper.

“…You’re right.”

Peridot’s grin sharpened instantly, glasses slipping even lower as her eyes gleamed. “Of course I’m right. I always am.” She shifted on the counter, legs spreading just a little wider, toes curling against the edge as if she were presenting herself for inspection. “Now get on your knees, human. Complete the test.”

Sadie let out a shaky laugh, half nerves, half disbelief. “You’re… bossy as hell.”

“Efficient,” Peridot corrected, voice a smug little purr. “And you like it.”

Sadie groaned, dragging a hand down her face, but her knees still bent, lowering her to the tile floor between Peridot’s dangling legs. The shop smelled like sugar and grease and coffee, but now something sharper cut through — ozone and mineral sweetness radiating from the little Gem above her.

She rested her hands lightly on Peridot’s thighs, hesitant, still blushing furiously. “This is insane,” she muttered.

Peridot reached forward, tilting her chin up. “Yes. And you’re still doing it.”

Sadie’s throat bobbed as she swallowed hard, then she leaned in, pressing a tentative kiss against the slick warmth between Peridot’s thighs. The taste hit her tongue immediately — metallic, sweet, electric — and she gasped against it.

Peridot moaned sharply, arching back on her palms, her little body trembling. “Yesss… Subject responds as predicted. Immediate compliance once denial barrier shattered. Excellent.”

Sadie closed her eyes, giving in, her tongue sliding over Peridot’s folds in slow, testing strokes. Each movement made Peridot gasp and giggle, her hips jerking, her nails scratching against the counter’s surface.

“You’re—hahh—very good at this for a beginner,” Peridot panted, her voice half a moan, half a manic cackle. “Sadie Miller: human tongue response… optimal.”

Sadie groaned, her hands clutching tighter to Peridot’s thighs as her embarrassment melted under the rush of raw want. She broke away for a moment, her voice muffled and hot against Peridot’s skin. “…God, you taste… weird, but good.”

Peridot threw her head back, laughing breathlessly, her little feet drumming against the counter. “YES! Data point confirmed! Human likes the taste!”

Sadie kissed her again, harder now, giving up the last of her resistance. She was lost to it, overwhelmed by the strange sweetness, by the smug little Gem writhing under her mouth, by how badly she needed this connection.

Peridot’s grin split wide, her voice cracking high as she moaned. “Experiment success! Human Sadie Miller… acquired.”

Sadie’s mouth worked harder now, tongue pressing deep, lips sealing around Peridot’s little folds as though she were starved. Each moan against her heat made Peridot’s thighs jerk, her nails clattering across the counter, her glasses slipping down to the tip of her nose.

Her breaths came sharp and frantic, hips rocking in quick jolts. She was close — so close her voice cracked into squeaks between giggles. “Y-yes, yes, you’re—hahh—you’re very good, human! Almost—almost—”

And then, with a sudden shrill laugh, Peridot shoved Sadie’s head back by the chin, breaking the contact.

Sadie froze, lips wet, eyes wide, chest heaving. “…What?”

Peridot panted, her grin still feral but now tinged with smug restraint. “Control is *everything.* Ending the test before climax allows me to remain the primary variable.” She hopped lightly off the counter as though nothing had happened, though her thighs still trembled.

Sadie stayed on her knees, flushed, jaw slack, lips glistening. “You—you can’t just—”

“I can,” Peridot cut in, stylus already scratching over her tablet as if Sadie were nothing but a datapoint now. “Observation: Subject achieved arousal through oral participation. Secondary observation: Subject is visibly frustrated by premature cessation.”

Sadie groaned, dragging her hands over her face, but the sound came out more like a whine. “You’re evil.”

Peridot crouched in front of her, tablet tucked under one arm, green hand tilting Sadie’s chin again. Her grin gleamed razor-sharp. “Not evil. Efficient.” She leaned close, whispering with smug delight. “And now I get to test *your* body.”

Sadie’s heart pounded so hard she thought it might rattle her ribs. She whispered, raw, “You’re really gonna drive me insane, aren’t you?”

Peridot smirked, stylus tapping against her tablet in staccato rhythm. “That’s the hypothesis. Let’s collect the data.”

Sadie was still on her knees when Peridot’s eyes narrowed on her midsection — the soft curve visible even under the apron and polo. Peridot tapped her stylus against the tablet, once, twice, the sound loud in the quiet shop.

“That’s where you flinched,” she murmured.

Sadie stiffened. “…Excuse me?”

“When I reached under your apron earlier.” Peridot leaned closer, studying her like she was under a microscope. “Your body went rigid. Your eyes avoided me. Hypothesis: this is the sector of greatest insecurity.”

Sadie’s face went hot, her arms folding reflexively over her stomach. “Jesus, do you always have to say it out loud?”

“Yes.” Peridot hopped lightly onto the counter again, setting the tablet aside for once. She perched with her little legs dangling, leaning forward until her hands rested on Sadie’s shoulders. “Because denying data doesn’t erase it. But I can… reframe it.”

Sadie blinked up at her, confused. “Reframe it?”

Peridot’s hands slid down her arms, then boldly pressed against the sides of her waist through the apron. She squeezed lightly, tilting her head. “Yes. You think this softness is undesirable. But from my perspective…” her grin widened, sharp and delighted, “…it’s fascinating.”

Sadie swallowed hard, her whole body taut. “…Fascinating?”

Peridot slid her fingers under the apron tie, tugging it loose until the fabric sagged. “You’re unlike any Gem. Unique texture. Unique shape. Variable resistance to pressure.” She pinched gently, then kneaded, her touch as clinical as it was intimate. “I want to see how you respond to being touched here.”

Sadie whimpered, biting her lip, her arms twitching like she wanted to shove Peridot away — but she didn’t. Her thighs pressed together instead, trembling.

Peridot smirked, leaning even closer, her small frame nearly nose-to-nose with Sadie. “Look at your pulse,” she whispered. “You hate this part of yourself, but your body is begging me to keep going.”

Sadie groaned, her eyes squeezing shut, cheeks blazing red. “You’re such a little—god, you’re messing with my head.”

“Correction,” Peridot purred, her hands smoothing up to cup just under the curve of Sadie’s breasts now. “I’m proving to you that even the parts you despise are worth touching.”

Sadie’s eyes fluttered open, glassy with heat and shame all tangled up. She whispered, almost pleading, “Don’t stop.”

Peridot’s grin grew razor-sharp. “Observation confirmed: subject craves attention to insecure regions. Conclusion: this body will provide endless data.”

She kneaded her belly one more time, savoring Sadie’s shudder, before sliding boldly higher — her palms claiming the weight of her breasts through the fabric, thumbs brushing her nipples.

Sadie gasped, head tipping back against the counter, a moan slipping past her lips.

Peridot’s stylus scratched against the tablet again, but her voice was low and purring. “Excellent. Time to escalate.”

Peridot’s grin gleamed as she kneaded the soft weight of Sadie’s breasts through the polo, her thumbs circling just enough to make the human squirm. Then, with no hesitation at all, her sharp little fingers curled into the neckline, tugging it down.

Sadie’s breath caught. “Peri—”

“Shh.” Peridot’s voice was soft but cutting, like a scalpel. “We’ve already established: I’m right about you.” She pushed her hand under the fabric, palm flat against warm, yielding skin. “And this is mine to explore.”

Sadie groaned, her head thunking back against the counter, arms twitching like she wanted to cover herself but couldn’t. “God, you don’t—” she gasped when Peridot pinched her nipple, sharp and sudden, “—you don’t hold back, huh?”

“Why should I?” Peridot purred, her hands working slowly, deliberately. She kneaded one breast while the other slipped lower, tugging the polo and apron up until her palm pressed boldly against Sadie’s belly again. She stroked circles into the soft flesh, murmuring like she was dictating into her tablet. “Texture: pliant. Heat retention: high. Sensitivity: extreme.”

Sadie whimpered, her thighs squeezing together, her whole body trembling under the dual assault.

Peridot leaned closer, pressing a kiss against the base of her throat while her hands roamed. Her voice was soft but smug. “You’ve been starved for this. For someone to touch all the places you hate. To prove you wrong.”

Sadie’s breath came in ragged bursts. “Shut up,” she muttered, but her hands finally unclenched, resting on Peridot’s shoulders instead of pushing her away.

Peridot smirked against her skin, her tongue flicking up her throat. “No. I’ll keep telling you exactly what you’re too scared to admit.” Her hands dragged lower, sliding past her waist now, exploring the curve of her hips, the plushness of her thighs. She squeezed and catalogued every inch like she was claiming territory.

Sadie whimpered, her legs trembling, her chest heaving. “You’re… you’re gonna drive me insane.”

“That’s the experiment,” Peridot whispered, sliding her hands back up under the shirt to cup both breasts now, thumbs teasing hard at her nipples until Sadie’s moans filled the empty shop. “To see how much you can take when every part of you is touched and wanted.”

Sadie’s knees nearly buckled, her grip on Peridot’s shoulders tightening desperately. “God—don’t stop, don’t stop—”

Peridot’s manic grin widened, her little green toes curling against the counter. “Of course not. I haven’t even finished the baseline analysis of your body yet.”

Peridot’s hands kneaded Sadie’s breasts until her nipples were stiff and swollen, then slid down again, palms pressing firmly over the soft curve of her belly. She smirked at Sadie’s shiver, her voice low and clinical even as it purred with delight.

“Stomach: pliant, highly responsive. Subject’s instinct is to cover and hide. Counterinstinct: press closer when touched.”

Sadie groaned, head tipping back, her arms trembling against the counter. “You’re… narrating… oh my god.”

Peridot giggled against her throat, her tongue flicking once at the pulse there. “Yes. I want you to hear it. To know that every inch of you is being catalogued and claimed.”

Her hands slid lower, cupping Sadie’s wide hips, then gripping firmly at her ass through the stretched fabric of her pants. She squeezed, fingers digging deep, pulling Sadie closer between her dangling legs.

“Gluteal region: full, powerful. Excellent grip for control.” She bit softly at Sadie’s throat as she murmured. “I could ride this forever.”

Sadie gasped, hips jerking, her face blazing red. “Jesus, Peri—”

Peridot grinned, tugging at her waistband until her hands slid under to touch bare skin, squeezing the soft flesh directly. “See? Nothing to hide. Every part has value. This is perfect.”

Sadie whimpered, hiding her face in her arm against the counter, but she didn’t stop Peridot’s hands as they groped, kneaded, mapped her thoroughly.

Satisfied, Peridot hopped lightly down from the counter, circling around Sadie like a predator. She tapped her stylus once against her tablet, then crouched low, seizing one of Sadie’s ankles.

Sadie jerked, startled. “H-hey—”

Peridot smirked, lifting her foot slightly off the tile. “Extremities. We can’t neglect the feet.” She tugged at her sneaker, then the sock, leaving her heel bare in her green hands. She pressed her nose to it, inhaling like she was sniffing a rare mineral sample, then licked a bold stripe across the arch.

Sadie yelped, pulling at the counter for balance. “Peri, what the—”

Peridot giggled, her tongue flicking between her toes before she scribbled furiously with her stylus. “Feet: warm, lightly salted. Response: immediate vocalization. Extremely promising.”

Sadie’s face was beet red, torn between mortification and the rush of heat pooling low in her belly.

Peridot dropped the foot back to the floor with a smirk, standing tall again in front of her. She placed her hands on Sadie’s trembling thighs, dragging them upward, pausing just shy of her waistband.

“Mapping complete,” she whispered, her grin sharp and hungry. “Final destination: your core.”

Sadie’s lips parted, her breath ragged. She whispered back, almost pleading, “Do it.”

Peridot’s eyes gleamed. “At last… the main event.”

Peridot’s fingers curled at Sadie’s waistband, tugging sharply until the button snapped open and the zipper rasped down. Sadie gasped, instinctively catching her wrists—then froze, realizing she wasn’t actually trying to stop her. Her hands trembled uselessly as Peridot peeled the fabric down.

“Arms off,” Peridot ordered, sharp and soft all at once. “Let me see you.”

Sadie’s throat worked around a hard swallow, then she lowered her hands to the counter, pressing her weight there as Peridot tugged her pants and underwear down together. The cool air of the shop hit her, and she groaned, face flaming as she shut her eyes.

“Observation,” Peridot whispered, crouching low to examine the spread of soft thighs and the slick sheen already gathering between them. “Subject fully bare. Response: high arousal despite verbal resistance.”

Sadie whimpered, trying to hide her face in her arm. “God, don’t talk like that when you’re—”

Peridot cut her off by spreading her thighs wide and leaning in, her tongue flattening against Sadie’s pussy in one bold lick.

Sadie cried out, both hands flying back to the counter edge, knuckles white as her knees trembled. “Oh—oh my god—”

Peridot giggled into her, licking again, slower this time, savoring the taste. Sweet and salty, warm and overwhelming in a way that made her toes curl against the tile. She pressed her mouth deeper, tongue tracing the folds, flicking up against Sadie’s clit.

Sadie’s whole body jolted, a sharp gasp tearing out of her throat. “Peri—holy shit—”

Peridot smirked, her tongue circling, then stabbing deep, her little hands gripping Sadie’s hips hard to steady her. She mumbled against her, “Flavor: rich. Consistency: thick. Response: explosive.”

Sadie groaned, half in protest, half in ecstasy. “Y-you’re still—still taking notes—”

Peridot’s tongue flicked hard over her clit, cutting her off with another cry. “Yes. And the data says you love this.”

Sadie’s thighs squeezed around Peridot’s head, her back arching against the counter as moans tumbled free now, shameless and raw. She rocked against the Gem’s mouth without meaning to, her voice cracking on Peridot’s name.

Peridot lapped greedily, tongue stroking every inch, drinking down every sound. Her manic little giggle rose again, muffled into Sadie’s core as her grip pulled her tighter, deeper.

Sadie was trembling uncontrollably now, torn between the urge to cover herself and the need to give in. Her voice broke into a desperate, breathless cry. “Peridot—I can’t—oh my god—I can’t take it—”

Peridot’s tongue curled inside her, then flicked sharp against her clit, relentless. Her muffled voice purred, “Yes you can. You’re going to.”

Sadie screamed into the quiet shop, her climax ripping through her, her body convulsing against Peridot’s small, steady hands.

Peridot moaned with satisfaction, pulling back just enough to lick her lips clean. Her eyes gleamed, glasses crooked, grin wide. “Experiment result: human orgasm induced successfully.”

Sadie slumped against the counter, legs shaking, breath ragged, face still buried in her arm. “…You’re evil,” she panted. “Evil little genius.”

Peridot smirked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before scribbling furiously into her tablet. “Correction: victorious genius. And you’re my proof.”

Sadie was still slumped against the counter, breathing hard, her thighs trembling with the aftershocks. Peridot, perched between her legs, tilted her head curiously, glasses askew, and for once didn’t reach immediately for the tablet.

Instead, she ran a palm over Sadie’s hip, tracing little circles into the soft flesh. Her voice was quieter, gentler than it had been all night. “See? Nothing broke. Nothing to hide. You taste… very good.”

Sadie groaned, her face buried in the crook of her arm, but her body leaned into the touch despite herself. “…You’re insane. But thanks.”

Peridot grinned, sharp again, and gave her hip a playful squeeze. “Insane and right.”

Then she crouched low, her manic little giggle returning as her eyes locked onto the full curve of Sadie’s ass.

“Phase Two,” she whispered, her hands grabbing twin handfuls. She kneaded boldly, squeezing, spreading, her stylus long forgotten now. “Gluteal region: more impressive than anticipated.”

Sadie squeaked, slapping the counter with one hand for balance. “P-Peri—god, you don’t—ahhh—don’t hold back.”

“No,” Peridot purred, smirking as she smacked one cheek hard, the sound echoing sharp in the little shop. Sadie yelped, her legs jerking. Peridot’s grin widened. “Response: delightful.”

She smacked the other cheek, harder, savoring the jiggle and the way Sadie whimpered despite herself. She alternated, spanking her in a rhythm, giggling each time Sadie gasped louder.

“Perfect,” Peridot cackled, kneading again before leaning in, pressing her nose against Sadie’s skin. She inhaled, then dragged her tongue up the curve, tasting sweat and heat. “Flavor: earthy. Robust. Very… satisfying.”

Sadie let out a strangled laugh, her face flaming as she hid it against her arm. “You’re seriously tasting my ass right now?!”

Peridot licked again, slower this time, her little hands spreading her wide. “Of course. Full mapping requires thorough analysis.” Her tongue flicked boldly lower, teasing between her cheeks, and Sadie’s knees nearly buckled.

“Oh my god,” she groaned, both hands gripping the counter like she’d collapse without it. “You’re fucking relentless.”

“Yes,” Peridot moaned into her, giggling breathlessly as she alternated between licking, biting little marks into the soft flesh, and spanking sharp enough to make Sadie cry out. “Relentless. Efficient. And very, very thorough.”

Sadie’s body shook with each new sensation — shame and arousal twisting together until she couldn’t tell one from the other. Her voice cracked, raw. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

Peridot pulled back just enough to smirk up at her, lips glistening. “That’s the experiment, Sadie Miller. And you’re my favorite result so far.”

Peridot’s little green hands spread Sadie’s cheeks wide, her manic grin gleaming in the fluorescent light. “Final observation,” she purred, “let’s see how you break when I focus here.”

Sadie whined, half-protest, half-plea, her legs already shaking. “You’re… you’re unbelievable—”

Peridot cut her off with a sharp smack across her ass, then buried her face between the trembling cheeks. Her tongue dragged up and down, licking deeply, teasing every inch of flesh until Sadie’s breath broke into ragged sobs.

“P-Peri!” she cried, gripping the counter with white knuckles.

Peridot giggled into her, her tongue flicking relentlessly, alternating between long, hungry licks and sharp little stabs. She moaned against Sadie’s skin like she was savoring the richest flavor she’d ever tasted.

“Flavor: intoxicating,” she muttered between strokes, her voice muffled. “Response: explosive. Subject can’t stay standing.”

Sadie buckled forward, her face pressed into the counter now, her hips jerking helplessly against Peridot’s greedy mouth. Every time the Gem spanked her in rhythm with the licks, her cries climbed higher, shame and pleasure spiraling together.

“You’re gonna make me—oh god—”

“Good,” Peridot growled, her tongue swirling deep, her little hands clutching Sadie’s ass like she was never letting go. “That’s the point.”

Sadie screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, her whole body convulsing against the counter. Her thighs quivered, her knees buckled, but Peridot held her up, devouring every sound and shudder.

Peridot finally pulled back, her mouth slick, her glasses askew, her grin wide and feral. “Result: secondary climax achieved via anal-focused oral. Subject: fully compromised.”

Sadie slumped over the counter, gasping, drenched in sweat. She let out a breathless laugh, muffled against her arms. “You’re evil. Completely evil.”

Peridot climbed lightly onto the counter beside her, crouching to tilt her chin up with one claw. Her grin softened into something smug but almost gentle. “Correction: brilliant. And you liked every second of it.”

Sadie’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t stop the crooked little smile tugging at her lips. “…Yeah. I did.”

Peridot giggled, sharp and triumphant, then scribbled furiously into her tablet, cataloguing every detail as Sadie sagged against the counter, ruined and trembling.